Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I looked to the left of the gas station and saw the man. I thought he was part of the lawn mowing crew that was cleaning the property. He looked like he might have passed out in the sun. I knocked on the car window to let my wife know, I was thinking that we... Continue Reading →
I complained to my mom. I didn’t want to go and now my feet hurt. My elementary class was singing and performing for the residents of a local nursing facility. My mom yelled at me that if I didn’t get a move on, I was going to be late. I wanted to stay home and... Continue Reading →
I walked into the office about ten years ago and felt a sharp lower pain and nausea. When I saw my reflection in the door, I was surprised at how pale I looked. I pushed the pain away, I had a busy day planned and needed to get a ton of things done. I had been... Continue Reading →
My wife looked at me, but said nothing. Her hand, the one without the IV tubes, gripped mine like her life depended on it. The labor pains took their sweet time, but were now coming at a steady pace. We were having our first child and I was doing my best to try to help... Continue Reading →
They come when you least expect them. You’re going about your day, you’re responding to an important work email or doing chores around the house, you’re deep in your own thoughts and the next thing you know you look up to see that you're being chased. There’s five or six of them, running effortlessly, running... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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